Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
JFA,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.